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Apr 2015
I like being way up here
Where your words,
I can't hear.
Where your touch,
I can't fear.


I like being way up here
Where your love,
I don't miss, dear.
Where your arms,
I don't want here.

I love being way up high
So high I have to look down
To see the sky

I love being way up high
So high I can't even
Begin to cry

I love being way up high
Xyns
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Xyns  Where Is My Mind?
(Where Is My Mind?)   
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   Chris, Pax, NV and Margaret B
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